Author note: If you want to see more, please add your own thread and ill endeavour to try and add on onto it (assume I can think of creative stuff to use.
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Just as Jenny slide the second strap of her dress over her other shoulder; the drunk put his hand up.
“His gotta wait around the corna …. I don’t … I don’t … like three somes, my missus left me cause …. Cause I didn’t ….” The drunk fell to a knee.
Jenny just kneeled downed and spoke softly to the drunk. “Shush … it’s alright; Jimmy will wait around the corner, just around the corner though” motioned to the corner. Jimmy frowned, and gave a ‘are you sure’ expression to Jenny. Jenny just smiled and motioned again to the corner.
Jimmy put his hands in his pockets and walked around the corner, sticking his head back around to let Jenny know he was literally around the corner.
Jenny lifted the drunk’s man up to look into his eyes. “There there” she said softly. The drunk smelled badly of whiskey but had small tears forming in his eyes.
Jenny looked around and found a small garbage bin, she walked over to it and picked up a small piece of cardboard and placed it on the bin, she sat down on the bin, her legs slightly apart to brace herself, but she had forgotten about her lack of panties.
The drunk stood up and swayed over in front of Jenny again, leering lechoursly at her.
Jenny smiled again and raised both hands to her shoulders to the straps of her dress and slide them down, and let the dress fall to her waist. Jenny kept her breast covered with her arms, and smiled to the drunk.
“Oh … nice” the drunk slurred, rocking back and forth on his feet. Jenny slowly lowered her arms to reveal her impressive rack to the stranger. The light glinted off the studs through her already erect nipples.
“Oh ... ah …” the drunk said, as he staggered a step forward. He fell to his knees and gazed at Jenny’s breast like a deer in headlights. “Can … can I touch them … taste them ….” Slurred the drunk, centimetres away from her breasts.
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